Lady Angelique t'Corbeau

Maimie McCoy as Angelique t'Corbeau

CHARACTER BRIEF

Full Name:	Angelique t'Corbeau
Byname:	None
Age:	19
Date of Birth:	1847-02-10
Kingdom:	Couviere
House:	l'Saigner
Title/Profession:	Lady
Position:	Wraith
Place of Birth:	Three Rivers

FAMILY

Father:	Lord Giralt t'Corbeau
Mother:	Lady Lyanna t'Corbeu nee' t'Arx
Siblings:	Lord Lerrys t'Corbeau, Lady Daniri t'Corbeau, Lord Raoul t'Corbeau, Thomas Breulliard (Half-Brother), Tybalt Devries (Half-Brother)
Spouse:	NA
Children:	NA

Background

Angelique was born Fevrier 10, 1847, the youngest child of Giralt and Lyanna tCorbeau. A darkly pretty child, she was doted upon by her parents and her siblings alike. She was bright, vivacious and strong-willed. She learned early the ways of manipulation; how to get her way with a smile, her family doted upon her. Lessens that stood her good stead in many ways. Not that she was truly spoiled. Her family was a branch that has a long standing association with the less public side of the Houses activities; assassination in particular. Her parents were and are both skilled in the arts of quietly disposing of those the House deemed inconvenient. As a result her upbringing was…different, by most standards. She learned the niceties of society, as would any Lady of breeding. She also learned much of the art of killing discreetly. As well as the stubborn streak of loyalty and the peculiar honor implicit in her House. Loyalty to the Ducal Family, to her House and to her Family.

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Her father spoke with reverence of his father, Roman, who gave his life defending the Duchess. Such tales touched her deeply. Not just those of loyalty to death, but those of cunning, where their enemies weaknesses were used against them.

Again, the theme of manipulation.

Her siblings, all of them were involved in the House business; the Syndicate. Lerrys, the oldest, has risen to some prominence in the organization, a paragon of ruthless respectability. Daniri, the middle, an assassin of subtlety and skill. It was said she carried Darkness with her, that she might hide better. Raoul, the youngest of the legitimate ones. Bright as the rest were dark, golden haired with a voice that can charm the coldest of hearts. He plays the part of a dissolute Noble well. Some say too well, though his business sense is acute and he is a rising star in the Business.

Her illegitimate half brothers could not be more different. Thomas Breulliard, stolid, ruddy and tall. He is a perfect Soldato. Tybalt Devries, tall, with a dancers build and a devil's smile. Hair of dark red and tawny eyed, he might well have been Angelique's twin. They hit if off the instant they met. A swaggering womanizer and general rakehell, there was some concern that he might be a bad influence on her.

Oddly this proved true, but not in the way one might have expected. Tybalt was drawn to her, yes, as she to him. But is was if each saw something of themselves in each other. Two sides of the same coin. Twins, separated by different mothers and many years though they were. It was he who first noted in her the quality that would make a Wraith. As he was. Such keep their status secret, but he watched, trained and nurtured the potential he saw in her.

Thus it was no surprise the day that she asked him about them. Still so young, but burning with the need to serve. To Protect. To Kill. For her People.

Her family knew of this, indeed, later, she suspected her meeting with Tybalt had been arranged in part to test her. As things stood, she endured the years of training, hardship and pain. Her skills were honed, refined and whetted. The last traces of the willful little girl were stripped away. In her place was left something more…essential; predatory and loyal.

On the Grid

Meet my obsession, my opium dream.
Lost in indulgence, I'm not what I seem.

Come to my arms and let me seduce you.
Surrender your soul, and I will reduce you
To simple sensation and fleshly delight.
So fly to my side and embrace the night.

We will defy the greatest commands,
And heedlessly walk the forbidden lands.

Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe,
And plunge through the twists of the labyrinth.
Gather at crossroads and chant to the wind,
Dance in the graveyards and revel in sin.

Our innocence lost, and our faith destroyed;
Spiraling down into lightless void.
Drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping,
Here in the garden the angels are weeping.

Angels are Weeping; Nox Arcana